My what ifs

This slippery slope, owning 5 years
It claims my thoughts,
Splits my heart,
And fraction’s loyalty
Bleeding dry
Yet wet with tears
I dream of you
And my what ifs
Always.
Upon that night, you saved, you grew
I saw you hero
Indent my spirit
And commandeer.
Bleeding dry
Yet wet with tears
I think of you
And my what ifs
Always.
You gift and play, upon request
Yet look deeply
Of free will,
Reflected, shinning
Bleeding dry
Yet wet with tears
I feel of you
And my what ifs
Always.